Love...

They say love is a friend, a warm feeling that warms you

but, isnt it the enemy?

Does it not give you hope, but than snatches it away, breaking you,

yes it comes with a warm feeling but when you begin to warm dosnt it stripe you of the warmth, leaving you bare with the dull darkness.

It will come with memories, but, dont those memories hunt you, mocking your naviety, leaving you on your knees, broken.

They say it make you stronger,

but, dosnt it also break you,

your self esteem,

your confidence,

making you question every choice,

question yourself,

your life, and the people around you.

It might be the friend thats there when your up,

but,

Its also the friend that stabs you in the back when your low on your knees.

11.17.18